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Kidlet is in another summer theater group -- they're working on "The Music Man". Tomorrow they announce the casting, so I'm fully prepared for many tears and dramatics. Not that I'm unsympathetic or insensitive -- quite the opposite, I *really* feel for her. I know how much this all means to her, even though it tends to mystify me. She has a drive to be a star; she wants nothing but leading roles and solo songs. In short, she is product-oriented: she already recognizes that she has to do certain things, like take dance and voice lessons, to reach her ultimate goal. Me, the process-oriented eternal chorus-girl, I was enormously content just to be in a show, and would sooner have died some quiet death than sing on stage alone in front of an audience. Our kids tend to be *so* different from us. Heh, I *did* like to draw attention to my character on stage, though, and have some lines -- I do have a healthy dash of ham in me.

We rented "Secondhand Lions" last night and loved it. Robert Duvall and Michael Caine? What's *not* to like there? And, fangirl that I am, one of my thoughts at the end was how strongly the boy's story resonated with certain Sentinel fanfic about young!Blair. Hee.

Tonight was "The Stepford Wives". LOL. *So* different from the original, which was already a joke -- both the book and the movie always made me snicker at the ultra-dark, feminism-run-amok over-the-topness of it all. The new one goes so far over the top it loses any edge, not that it pretends to have one. There are some very funny moments, though -- The Divine Miss M reigns supreme.